Chapter: 67
�Hooo.�
Ron approached the kittens after getting Hans to leave. Only Ron and the two baby kittens were currently in the bedroom.
�You are children of the Cat Tribe.�
The golden eyes of the kitten�s turned sharp. However, Ron did not seem to care, as he verified that the bathroom door was closed before standing in front of the kittens.
�Good.�
There was an odd smile on Ron�s face.
The Cat Tribe was known for their sensitivity to their surroundings. The Cat Tribe was one that was better known in the Eastern Continent than the Western Continent, but there was no way that someone like Ron, who was involved with assassinations, would not know about them.
Unlike most beast people, who became violent when they went berserk, the Cat Tribe became stealthier and sharper. That was why they were a scary tribe, although they were not at the level of the Wolf, Tiger, or Lion Tribes.
There was only one thought on Ron�s mind as he watched the two Cat Tribe children. It was a sudden thought, and they were still young, but�
�I can teach them.�
Ron checked to make sure that the door to the bathroom was closed once again.
The Cat Tribe put a lot of importance on relationships. If they trust someone once, they will never betray them. They were suspicious by nature, but, like the Wolf Tribe, they valued interpersonal relationships.
Children of such a tribe came looking for Cale on their own accord. Ron thought it would be nice to give his puppy young master a farewell present.
Ron moved a bit closer to the Cat Tribe children. He then reached out to caress the head of the slightly larger silver kitten.
Slap.
The silver kitten slapped his hand away and quickly moved away to the corner of the room along with the red kitten.
�Hoo.�
Ron�s eyes turned curious. These Cat Tribe children seem to have already figured him out. It made sense, since they needed to quickly recognize people like him, people who were close with death, in order to live for a long time. Even if cats do have nine lives, they needed to treasure them. The Cat Tribe was known for their long lives as well as their stealthy night movement. In this regard, they were stealthier than anyone else. Ron started to smile.
�One child is fog and the other one is poison.�
The silver one was fog and the red one was blood, or poison. Even if they did not become killers, they had the right foundations to become shadows. THe silver kitten turned its head away as Ron said that, while the red kitten snorted. The two siblings had no desire to become killers who gave off such a thick scent of death.
The two kittens scoffed at Ron, as if they knew about his identity as an assassin already. Once Cale came out of the bathroom, they were still sticking very close to each other as they looked up at Cale.
�Stop looking at me.�
They immediately stopped looking at him once he said that.
�Ron. Go get me my meal from Beacrox.� JrNovels.com